Creaking from the wooden boards and footsteps from above seemed to pervade his senses as he stirred awake. Sandor felt cold steel bounding his body to a torture board upon awakening. Looking down on his body to find out he was in a whole new body. Bigger, and more muscular with some belly fat to add.
What in Lucian's name is happening? Lucian? Who the bloody hell is Lucian? Sandor was disrupted in that thought as the waves of memories and images rushed forward to his head.
By the divine! He was Sandor, the character he created in the new game he just started. His new memories confirmed so, his new body was a soldier for Lucian's divine army. Until he betrayed the so-called 'Divine army' he used to think righteously of. He betrayed the Divine order because of the innocents harmed in the name of purging Source. In the spur of the moment, as he clashed with his comrades, he unleashed a source spell. He ran from the army only to be hunted by his once comrades and put on a ship to Lucian's know where.
"So! Still a bit groggy, are we? Don't worry, the sedative will wear off soon enough." A female in red robes disrupted him from his thoughts.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
"Why I'm Magister Siwan, and we're currently on a ship to Fort Joy"
Processing this new information, something seems to have struck a chord in his new memories as he heard 'Fort Joy'. A place of untold horrors filled with sourcerers and the last resting place for Braccus Rex, the Source King.
Magister Siwan pulled on a lever undoing his chains.
"Now we have places to be, and a murder to solve. An inmate has been killed under a magister's supervision no less. " Magister Siwan said before climbing up a ladder leaving Sandor to himself.
Taking in his new surrounding area he was still filled with some shock and disbelief of his transmigration. No god, and no divines to explain what has happened to him, nor were there any obvious Golden Finger to help him in his new circumstance.
Breaking out of his thoughts, Sandor followed Magister Siwan's lead as he climbed up the ladder to be greeted with her waiting besides a door.
"There you are! Not too tight, I hope. The collar I mean." A sudden realization came to him as he felt a glowing collar around his neck.
"A cursed sourcerer you are. Never would've thought a sourcerer would be in Lucian's army. But putting that aside, your next stop is Magister William. You are to be registered in the ship's manifest, and he's the chap in charge of all the logs. You'll find him on the other side of the deck, in the officer's quarters." She gestured him towards the door.
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As he was about to respond a box was prompted in front of him.
The system has fully loaded!
His hands touched nothing but air as he wanted to confirm if this was part of his imagination. Looking at the prompt and Magister Siwan as if to confirm it's there.
"Are you seeing this Magister Siwan? A blue box in front of me?" Sandor motioned towards the blue prompt in front of him.
"What in Lucian's name are you talking about? I see nothing but a collared sourcerer dumbly clawing the air. Now as I said, you are to head to Magister William."
Sandor nodded his head and walked through the door. Two magisters stood guard over a room on his right as a putrid smell assaulted his nose.
"Bloody hell! What is that smell? The dead can awake from the Hall of Echoes with that." Sandor pinched his nose in an attempt to stop the pervading scent. Glancing at him, one of the magisters filled him in what that rotten smell was.
"There's been a murder here. One of the inmates was found, turned to a pulp he was. What you're smelling is his rotten cadaver left by one of the sourcerers upon this ship. Haven't found them yet, but soon, we'll have 'im."
Sandor sneaked a glance as he walked towards the exit to the main deck. What filled his sight was a cadaver mushed to a pulp and a magister leaving over it to find any clues of the suspect. Scurrying along towards the main deck he gulped as the concept of death quickly put him on edge. Deciding to clear his head he looked towards the prompt once again. Only to find it changed to a new screen.
Name Sandor Status Healthy, Source Muted Attributes
Strength: 12
Finesse: 10
Intelligence:10
Constitution: 11
Memory: 10
Wits: 10
Skills
Battering Ram, Crippling Blow, Battle Stomp
Innate Skills Encourage Source Skills Dome of Protection
A Golden Finger! He had a system! Although he had no idea of what it was capable of for now. He was glad about the thought of a system helping him in this new world. The attributes in the status screen he understood, but the skills he had yet to figure them out. He had to test them out when he had the time as a thought of an unknown variable sounded dangerous. Looking for a way to put away the status screen. It faded with just a thought of his, how convenient.